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Janaina Medeiros

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“If you ask an introvert a question, wait until she thinks about it. Introverts think before speaking, not through speaking. If you want to get to the good stuff, you need to slow down.”
— Laurie Helgoe
“I’m beginning to recognise that real happiness isn’t something large and looming on the horizon ahead but something small, numerous and already here. The smile of someone you love. A decent breakfast. The warm sunset. Your little everyday joys all lined up in a row.”
— Beau Taplin
Khan and Kara
from Christopher Hampton’s screenplay of Dangerous Liaisons (1985), after Choderlos de Laclos (1782)
Nikola Miljkovic
What I am giving you is nothing that belongs to me…It is just yourself, you running through me throwing off sparks, your eyes blazing with fear, blazing with hope, I am giving you your own fire. All I do is breathe very gently on your night embers and handfuls of stars fly out.
– Hélène Cixous, The Book of Promethea
“If one thing doesn’t kill us, / it’ll be another. Soon enough, / the warming earth will break through the snow / like the hide of a new animal.”
— — Donna Kane, from “Probability,” Orrery
“I had a terrible broken heart when I was twenty-two years old, and I wanted to wear a T-shirt announcing it to everyone. Instead, I got so drunk I fell in the middle of Sixth Avenue and scraped all the skin off my knee. Then you could see it, no T-shirt necessary—see something, that bloody bulb under torn jeans, though you couldn’t have known what it meant.”
— Leslie Jamison, “Grand Unified Theory of Female Pain”